I’m not one to jump on bandwagons. My original intentions were to film a video in the park, especially as the Scottish heavens had finally stopped weeping for once this week.
But, alas, it was not meant to me as Mr Sod loves to lay down his law, and the fan has a knack for being hit by ….. well, you know where that’s going.
Anyway, on a positive note, I extend my sincerest New Year’s best wishes to all my family, friends and associates on and off the social media landscape.
Year in Recap
For me 2022 has been a colourful bag of pick ‘n mix, the contents of which have been chosen by an unseen force, which is mistaken in thinking it knows best.
Such is life.
It’s been a year of exciting wins, deceptive close-calls, pleasant shockers, and unexpected cherries on cakes.
Will it happen again next year?
Sometimes it feels like being on an episode of Bullseye (a 1980s British darts-themed game-show, in which contestants compete to win prizes, like speedboats, which they could never use because they live on the 20th floor of a housing estate).
I will never forget the key moment in each episode when the host would rub salt in the wounds of the losing contestants by announcing, “Let’s take a look at what you could have won!“
Cue a big reveal of a Vauxhall Nova (a big thing in its day).
Anyway, I’m going off on a tangent. There must have been a point to my patter.
I shall end by hoping (which is a contradiction considering I’m a realist) that in 2023 the human species will learn to stop destroying itself, others species, and the planet.
[Guffaws at the lunacy of his final statement]
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